“I will.”
I followed the doctor down the corridor and outside to the other building where his office was located.
“I want you to know that Smoke came over and talked to me while you were in radiology. He’s concerned about your state of mind.”
“Meaning?”
“It would be natural for anyone with retrograde amnesia to be depressed.”
I waited until we were inside his office before saying anything else. “I’m remembering things,” I began.
“That is very good news.”
“Snippets really. Less than that.”
“What about that concerns you the most?”
“That what I’m remembering is…troubling.”
“Can you give me an example?”
“It doesn’t seem that Smoke and I were happy together.”
“What is your relationship like now?”
I shook my head and looked out the window. “I don’t know what I’d do without him.”
“If you had to characterize it in any way, what words would you use?”
“That isn’t easy.”
“What comes to mind?”
“He cares about me.”
“I would agree. Very much so.”
“He seems conflicted.”
“That doesn’t describe your relationship.”
“Tentative.”
He nodded. “What else?”
“Tenuous.”
“Logical that it would be.”
The phone on his desk rang, startling me.
“Excuse me. I’ve been expecting a call from Dr. Taylor.”
I cocked my head.
“The specialist you met with yesterday,” he said before lifting the phone’s receiver. “Arthur. Have you received any results?”
I watched as he listened, murmuring and nodding his head periodically.